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Poetry

It loves me more

I was pretty, I was fragile, I was perfect
In his eyes
Although I wish I could be all that in mine too
I yearned for someone to show me a love like his
But it just wasn’t enough
I didn’t love myself
I couldn’t
Because the one person I’ve ever loved made me feel like I wasn’t enough
Made me feel ugly, worthless, unimportant, incompetent
And now, no matter how much a person loves me it will never be enough.
The only things that loved me more than him were my depression, my anxiety, my self hate
And the scars embedded in my skin that knew parts of my body that even he did not.
Yes I love you, and you love me
But destruction loves me more than you ever could.

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by prodbyjuuuice

My name is Shanelle Franceschi, I’m 22 and I’m a Starbucks barista. I love writing, mostly poetry. I love creating In general. I plan on going back to school and being a student in fashion styling. I’m normally very shy but I want what I have to say to get out there.

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